Ode to Chibi Saito

She claps her hands, thrice just so
He heeds her not, the cad
And flings his scarf with evil grin
Content to stoke the mad.

He shelters midst the weeping drips
And wails a sad refrain
Of fairy dust and sparkly nips
That doth invade his drain.

With snarly snickers and snarky huffs
Up-turned toes proclaim his anxious plight
As skyward wing’d motes and puffs
Flit round pale silver light.

I shall not yield before such strife
The wee one doth proclaim
For misery is my lot in life
A creature quite insane.

Chibi Saito

Chibi Saito

About Nya Rawlyns

Nya Rawlyns doesn’t write typical romance. She writes emotion as a contact sport, rough and often raw. It need not be pleasant, heart-warming or forever after. What she seeks is what lies beneath—a dance of extremes, the intersect of need and desire, and the compromises we make when pain and pleasure become indistinguishable. ***** She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science. ***** When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or three pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
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